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Date Posted: 23:50:02 01/07/04 Wed
Author: Dark Illusion
Subject: ~An Illusion of the Night~



The copper hued fae slunk among the dreary shadows of the forest, her caramel orbs caressing every inch of the malevolence terrain. Her daggers descended among the foliage below, with increasing silence, as the tender stems fold underneath the strain. Her pit less opticals increase to a hefty size, as she tries to absorb the small amount of light available in the lingering shadows. She was ashamed of herself, slinking among the shadows like a spy, what a disgrace. She had come to speak to Adrian, since the queen didn’t really seem to be of any help at the moment. It wasn’t like her to take sides, that was why she became a neutral. She wanted to understand what Adrian’s plan was though, and she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her. Who knows, maybe his view point of how things should be done is a good strategic plan. At the moment the way she saw it, his plans were stupid and thickheaded, but she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but first he would have to convince her. Deciding to get it done and over, she picks up a graceful, sweeping canter and propels herself forward into the open. Her daggers rip what little grass is below as she comes to a fierce halt, on one of the ridged knolls. She tosses her refined, arab dial and emits a loud, hissing cry to the King, not frightened one bit by the surrounding rebels. Who cared? They were just like her, just a little more pushy, and hard-headed. Her silken locks fall over her dancing eyes but not without disapproval as she tosses her dial once again, into the slight breeze. She remains fixed in her spot, no sign of worry in her facial features, just a stubborn grin and serious manner.

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